Ark Undead

An invisible barrier blocked the immense weight of the seawater, safely protecting Agor within its walls.

But all that could be seen was deep darkness, and even the remaining lights in the city of Agor looked like stars in the night sky without a moon.

"If Agor is still intact, then now..."

Ulpian reached into his pocket, pulled out a watch, and glanced at it.

"So now, it should be the time of daylight. But now the ability to alternate between day and night has been lost, which means that the central control area has been occupied or destroyed by Haisi."

Ulpian quickly put the pocket watch away.

However, Greyhound had sharp eyes and still managed to spot the photograph hidden behind the pocket watch.

You can see a group of people standing together, holding all sorts of weapons. Although they don't have smiles on their faces, they all look quite relaxed.

But what is most striking is their full head of white hair and their scarlet eyes.

Greyhound didn't speak, but Ulpian glanced at him.

"You saw it?"

"Ah."

Greyhound readily agreed.

But he only answered once and did not ask any further questions, and Ulpian did not seem inclined to continue.

However, with just that one glance, Greyhound was certain that he had seen one or two of them before.

In that slightly yellowed photo, there were one or two people whose faces looked very familiar; Greyhound had definitely seen them recently.

After a moment's thought, I immediately remembered the three Deepsea Hunters who came to Agor with the Rhodes Island crew.

Ulpian said that he was the captain of a team of Deepsea Hunters.

Perhaps Skadi and the others knew Ulpian before.

The two waited on the street for a while, until most of the surrounding sea creatures had left, before Ulpian emerged from behind the hiding sign.

"Let's go, the central control room is just ahead."

The greyhound quickly followed.

But just as the two reached the vicinity of the tall building, Ulbian suddenly stopped.

The greyhound also keenly sensed the change in the surrounding atmosphere.

"Turn around!"

As soon as Ulbian finished speaking, Greyhound turned and ran back to where they had just come from.

The next moment, a large sword flew over from the side and sank deep into the spot where the greyhound had just been standing.

The broad blade was covered with dark gray marks and the stench of Hai Si's bodily fluids.

Several figures emerged from the high-rise building.

Ulbian gripped his weapon tightly and retreated a short distance.

The burly man leaped down from the second floor of the building, came to the broadsword, and forcefully pulled out the blade.

"This is?!"

Greyhound looked up and saw that the people's attire was strikingly similar to that of Ulpian.

They made only minor alterations based on body shape and habits. In fact, one of their clothes was almost identical to Ulpian's.

"..."

Ulbian didn't speak; he stood in front of Greyhound, blocking his view.

The people who came out of the high-rise building did not say anything.

Seeing that Ulpian had blocked the greyhound, the men stopped attacking for a moment.

After a brief silence, Ulbian spoke in a deep voice.

"For a while, all you have to do is stay alive."

"These people are all..."

"Yes, it used to be, but it's not anymore."

Ulpian knew what Greyhound wanted to ask, and he nodded with his back to Greyhound.

"But it's not your place to kill them. Just stay alive. Leave the rest to me."

After saying that, Ulbian's body disappeared from the spot.

Greyhound only felt a blur before his eyes, and the next moment, a heavy sound of steel colliding came from in front of him, buzzing in his ears.

A massive anchor clashed with the broadsword, and the two figures separated instantly, probing each other's attacks as the greyhound could barely keep up with their line of sight.

As they attacked, a storm and moisture seemed to gather around them.

However, these are no longer within Greyhound's purview.

While Ulpian was fighting the deep-sea hunter wielding the greatsword, the other two deep-sea hunters had already set their sights on Greyhound.

At that moment, immense pressure, like that of a mountain, descended upon Greyhound.

That difference in the level of life, and the ruthless gaze of a hunter towards its prey, seems to be etched into the very bones of these deep-sea hunters.

Greyhound felt nauseous all over and wanted to vomit several times, but he managed to suppress it.

Greyhound inwardly groaned that something seemed wrong with his body.

Now is not the time to cause problems.

Patch's soup is a real menace.

However, the greyhound didn't have time to continue lamenting.

One of the deep-sea hunters, wielding a small hammer, charged straight at the Greyhound.

His terrifying speed created a gust of wind as soon as he started moving.

When it arrived in front of the greyhound, it carried the momentum of the journey and raised the small hammer in its hand.

Greyhound could only conjure a crystal shield in his hand as quickly as possible.

Just before he hid his body under the shield, he vaguely saw a tiny glimmer of light on the small hammer in the hunter's hand.

Is that... Mars?

A sudden sense of crisis enveloped Greyhound, but he was too late to react.

boom!

A massive explosion, just like the Originium Bomb, resounded the instant the hammer and the Greyhound's shield met.

The violent impact ignited the sparks from the hammer, and flames spread outwards along the Greyhound's shield, then surged in through the gaps around the shield.

The impact of the explosion, combined with the Deepsea Hunter's relentless hammering, sent Greyhound flying several meters backward before it finally landed.

His head was buzzing, and he only remembered gripping the shield tightly with his right hand. It took him a while to come to his senses.

What are these things?!

Broadsword, greatsword, long spear, anchor, chainsaw, explosive hammer.

These deep-sea hunters' weapons are truly outrageous, one more outrageous than the last.

Fortunately, Greyhound was focused on surviving. Otherwise, if that hammer had hit him, he might have lost half his body.

However, as soon as Greyhound regained some consciousness, he realized that he was not just a deep-sea hunter.

There should have been another deep-sea hunter who came for him just now.

However, Greyhound waited in vain for another deep-sea hunter to attack.

By lowering the shield slightly, Greyhound realized that another deep-sea hunter had been stopped by Ulpian.

When the massive anchor was in Ulpian's hands, it was as light and effortless as if it were only the weight of an ordinary straight sword.

He handled the attack of two deep-sea hunters with ease.

They even have the capacity to launch a counterattack!

453. Team Members

Fighting has never been a difficult task for Greyhounds.

As someone who experienced the early civil war between the two kings in Kazdel, and survived it, and is still active today.

His experience and strength almost represent the entire Kazdel mercenary group, and even the highest-ranking members of most of the infected population.

However, ever since he encountered the undead, he seems to have been suppressed in every way.

First, he was of little use in the battles of the Great Yan, and later he was suppressed by Lapp and forced to participate in his plans.

Then, in the dream, he fought against various sea creatures. These inhuman beings were almost immune to Greyhound's attack methods, let alone the sludge aggregate that acted as the spokesperson for the Lord of Dreams.

Now, the enemies he faces have been upgraded to the level of deep-sea hunters.

Greyhound had been wondering if he could put up a fight against the mysterious Agorians, the Deepsea Hunters.

But in just two minutes of confrontation, he had already come to a profound understanding of reality.

No, we can't win.

It's not that Greyhounds aren't strong, but these deep-sea hunters are too strong. Compared to warriors of Greyhound's caliber, they are worlds apart.

Whether it's strength or technique, it's almost a complete suppression.

Greyhound's prized combat experience and Originium Arts were rendered useless by the Deepsea Hunters' straightforward and unpretentious attacks, forcing them to cower behind their shields like turtles.

Every time he tried to attack, the Deep Sea Hunter dodged with his agility and parries.

Greyhound's Originium Arts were primarily for enhancing his own combat abilities, rather than for some strange or bizarre methods to achieve victory.

With such a large gap in strength, Originium Arts are practically useless now.

The shield had been smashed three or four times. Each time the explosive hammer hit the crystal shield, a crack would appear on the surface of the crystal shield.

The cracks continued to spread outwards, and after several hammer blows, they would turn into specks of starlight in the explosion and disappear into the air.